Wen Yan listened quietly until the winter sun outside the window gradually set. The two friends had not seen each other for ten years, and it seemed that there had never been any separation. Everything seemed like yesterday.
"How do you want me to help you?" Wen Yan looked at Wu Xun who had been silent for a long time and asked. In the past, Ye Fuxun had Prince Chen's Mansion and the Tang Family. She could do anything unscrupulously, because she knew that even if she broke into
Even if there is a huge disaster, someone will end it for her. She is domineering and arrogant. She is arrogant and cold, and her sharp edge is more obvious. Wu Xun now has been smoothed out in ten years.
Everything about her, including her edges and corners, and Wu Xun now, sit there like a hermit who has nothing to do with the world, with nothing but light clouds and breeze between her hands, and her eyes seem to have seen all the desolation of the world.
.If the matter of Princess Luoan happened ten years ago, Ye Fuxun would definitely have asked Emperor Xuanrui to release her. But now Wu Xun has to take it step by step, with a little more poise, and even more
Most of them take the overall situation into consideration.
"As a good friend, I still want to remind you." Wen Yan said, "You'd better ask yourself clearly why you came back. If you can't let go of the past ten years, you'd better not get involved.
Regarding Su'er, I will rescue her. It's just a matter of time. If you let go of the past ten years, not only to come back for Su'er, but more importantly because you can't let go of that person. I won't stop you no matter what you want to do.
I love you, and of course I will support you no matter what choice you make."
Wu Xun looked at Wen Yan gratefully, stretched out his arms to hug her, and said, "I know in my heart that I want to use the reputation of Mingyue Pavilion to establish my reputation in the capital."
"Ji Zhai is quite famous in the capital, why do you want to borrow Mingyue Pavilion? Besides, wouldn't it be better if you borrow the name of Princess Ling'an?"
"When it comes to Ji Zhai, people think more of Anan's medical skills, and I am just his widow. They know very little about me. I want to use Mingyue Pavilion to expose me in the capital. Once the word of Princess Chen's resurrection spreads, it will inevitably
It will cause a sensation in the entire capital and reach the ears of the Queen Mother, and the Buddha will come by himself without me asking."
"Then Miss, what exactly do you want to do?" Wen Yan said in confusion.
Wu Xun looked Wen Yan up and down, and said with evil intentions, "I'm going to wrong you." Wen Yan suddenly had an ominous premonition, feeling that he had dug a hole and buried himself.
The next day, the news came out from Mingyue Pavilion that Wen Yan was seriously ill and had to close the door to accept guests. All the famous doctors in the capital were invited, but they were not calm. Everyone in Mingyue Pavilion was anxious, and they had no choice but to let people know who lived in Ji's house.
.
Wen Yan, who was sitting on the bed pretending to be sick, saw that plain man walking in. He picked up a pillow at hand and threw it over, "Why are you here?!"
Wu Xun dodged the flying pillows with a smile, and said, "You are so strong, you don't look like a patient." After saying that, he put down the medicine box in his hand and opened it to see that everything inside was food.
Wen Yan saw his favorite braised pork inside. The long-lost taste made Wen Yan swallow his saliva. He quickly got out of bed and ran to Wu Xun. He stared at the food and said, "You have a conscience."
"How many more days will I have to pretend to be sick?" Wen Yan asked while eating.
"Three or four days." Wu Xun flipped through a playbook next to him and read it with gusto. From the corner of his eye, he saw the large and plump Wen Yan and said, "No one is going to compete with you, so please eat slowly."
"How did you find this old chef? I haven't had his braised pork for a long time." Wen Yan said with emotion.
Wu Xun closed the book and said, "The master didn't do it, it was me."
Wen Yan drank a cup of tea, touched his belly with satisfaction, and said, "When will you steal from me?"
Before Wu Xun could answer, there was a knock on the door. The two looked at each other. Wen Yan hurriedly wiped his mouth, put down the tea cup in his hand, threw himself on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and Wu Xun didn't panic.
He calmly cleaned up the mess left by Wen Yan, then placed it low on the table and slowly opened another layer of the medicine box.
Is this kind of operation possible?! Wen Yan gave Wu Xun a thumbs up and lay down obediently. Wu Xun saw that her face was rosy and she didn't look sick at all. He took out a silver needle and walked over slowly.
In front of Wen Yan's bed, he quickly pricked an acupuncture point on Wen Yan's neck. Wen Yan's face immediately turned pale, looking weak and terminally ill. Wu Xun automatically ignored Wen Yan's eyes that were about to kill her, and said slowly
,"Come in."
A maid in green clothes pushed the door in and announced, "Miss Wen, Mr. Ye is here."
"No..." Wen Yan coughed twice and said, as if he had exhausted all his strength in one sentence. Wu Xun's beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, looking at the woman who was interested in the drama for a second, she felt a cold sweat for her brother. It's just that.
Before she finished speaking, a tall figure walked in. He first saw Wu Xun in front of the bed. He was slightly startled and walked straight to Wen Yan's bed. He saw that her face was bloodless and her breathing was weak.
He turned his face away.
"Madam, how is her health?" Ye Xiu'an asked Xiang Wuxun anxiously. Although it was a bit unethical to trick his own brother, it was an extraordinary time and extraordinary means. Maybe this was an opportunity for the two of them to reconcile.
"Miss Wen has a weak pulse and is depressed in her heart. Her body is already weak, and the depression cannot be discharged for many years. As soon as the cold winter comes, she will collapse like a mountain. The reason why she has not recovered is because the depression in her heart has not been resolved. She is seeking to survive.
will
It's not strong enough." Wu Xun said nonsense in a serious manner. Hearing Wen Yan on the bed, he rolled his eyes. He didn't know that the needle Wu Xun had just stuck into her somewhere, leaving her with no strength. It was really like what she said.
Same as usual.
"Madam, please save her!"
"When you call me madam, I prefer you to call me sister." Wu Xun took out the silver needles one by one and placed them on the soft cloth. Ye Xiuan was slightly startled. Over the years, he knew that Wu Xun was his sister. Back then,
He was also the first person to know that Ye Fuxun was alive. In order to let Ye Fuxun
Fu Xun lived a stable life, and deliberately fabricated two identities, allowing Ji Nanbei to change his name to Ji Mingnan and live with Ye Fuxun, who had become Wuxun, in Yaoyu Valley, living a life free from worldly affairs. In the past ten years, there have been many
At that time, Ye Xiu'an couldn't tell whether Wu Xun and Ye Fuxun were the same person.
Wu Xun didn't wait for Ye Xiu'an to speak, and directly inserted a silver needle into Wen Yan's brain, which made Wen Yan feel better and at least gave him strength.
Ye Xiuan's face became extremely ugly. Wu Xun fed Wen Yan a pill. Wen Yan almost blinked his eyes and cramped up. She was not sick at all. What kind of medicine did this woman feed her? It was not bitter, but a little sweet.
Sweet and sour, just like the hawthorn balls she ate.
Wu Xun nodded gently to Wen Yan to reassure her, then picked up the medicine box and turned to leave the room, leaving the two of them alone. The decoration of Qingdai Residence was elegant and unique, and the pavilions and flowing water along the way were very pleasing to the eye. Behind him was a man in Qingyi
The maid led the way, and before she had gone far, a beauty walked towards her. She had a bun with a windy bun and exposed her temples. Her brows were lightly swept and her eyes were full of spring. Her skin was as smooth as warm jade, and she had a cherry mouth that was not dotted and red, as delicate as a drop of water. The sides of her cheeks were
The strands of hair are gently blowing in the wind.
She has a very alluring style. She is wearing a long purple dress, embroidered with fresh and elegant jasmine flowers, and aqua silk is hanging around the waist. Her perfect figure is obvious. She is holding an exquisite gilded hand stove in her hand. Behind her,
The maid in Tsing Yi smiled at her
He bowed slightly and said, "This slave has met Miss Ji Hua." Ji Hua raised his hand gently and said, "No need to be polite, how is Miss Wen's health?" Although Wen Yan was married to Ye Xiu'an, Mingyue Pavilion
People are accustomed to calling Wen Yan girl.
"Much better. This is Mrs. Ji, the miracle doctor who treats Miss Wen." The maid in green introduced. Ji Hua then turned his attention to the woman with her head slightly lowered. She was wearing a plain brocade skirt and a brown collar.
, the long hair as beautiful as black silk is only held up by a hairpin, the whole face is not painted with makeup, there is a kind of pearl that does not move.
The brows are condensed, and the beauty is gone, showing the innocent natural beauty, as elegant and clear as the newly sprouted lotus, with a hidden charm, and the soft wind is as strong as the bone, and the coldness is seen. As the hair flies, it carries with it
She has a bit of fairy spirit, but her moon eyebrows and starry eyes are cold and charming, and this beautiful face is all too familiar to her, "Princess Chen..."
Wu Xun smiled and said, "I prefer you to call me Mr. Zhong, after all, I am no longer a princess." Ji Hua looked at Wu Xun in disbelief, "Princess, aren't you... already dead?"
"It's hard to explain. Why are you not happy to see me?" Wu Xun said with a smile. Now, besides Wen Yan, the second in command in Mingyue Pavilion is Ji Hua.
"I just think it's not real, how could you..." Ji Hua looked Wu Xun up and down, and finally asked, "Master Zhong, since you are not dead, where have you been these years? You
Do you know that we are all looking forward to God opening our eyes?"
The two found a quiet place, and Wu Xun told Ji Hua half-truths and half-false stories about his experiences over the years. The next day, Mingyue Pavilion was forced to close its business, and Qingdai Residence was crowded with girls from Mingyue Pavilion, most of whom were not
It was the legendary Mrs. Ji who came to see the patient.
The sixteen incense changes every year, but there are also a few old people, and everyone in Mingyue Pavilion who knows Ye Fuxun comes.
"Mr. Chong, you are back. Don't you know that since I heard about your death, my family has been thinking about food and tea every day, and has been crying and not knowing what to do?"
You actually have the nerve to say this, you have almost gained ten pounds, and yet you still have the nerve to say that you don’t think about food or tea, and wash your face with tears, what a woman.
Facing so many Yingying Yanyan, Wu Xun felt a little headache. Over the years, she had long been accustomed to being quiet, but the more people came, the better it would be for her work.